A blonde woman in her twenties or so pulled up in brand new Ford truck, with a gorgeous, large trailer. She pulled into the long drive clumsily. Fixing her straightened and newly highlighted hair, she hopped out of the truck sporting some very expensive brand-name clothing. She was obviously conceited and rich. She strode up to Dennis. "Hey!" she called, waving like an old friend. She put her hand on his shoulder. "My name's Desiree McEarithy, and I saw your ad online. I thought you'd like to take a look at my purebred Angelo-Arabian mares and studs. They have great names on their papers," She batted her lashes flirtatiously.